If doctors don't like malpractice insurance claims then they should do something about it.  I'm not a doctor but if I was I would do 5 things that doctors currently refuse to do.

No.1,  I would have every patient on an accelerated nutrition program for a minimum of two weeks prior to surgery. This would maximize a patient's probability for a complete recovery.

No.2,  I would perform the operation with the patient in a cooling bed that would reduce blood loss and allow for a pre-surgery anticoagulant.

No.3,  every patient leaving out of surgery would go straight into hyperbaric oxygen, again to maximize patient recovery and hasten proper healing.

No.4, While the patient is under sedation the entire procedure should be video recorded for the patient or patient assistant to review later. That way everyone concerned has a Master Record. If a patient should die then the children would have it.

No.5, Patient. Issued a new prescription. Is s/he told to call if ANYTHING changes? Just spoke with a fellow in Florida, took Avandia/Avandamet for 2 years. Massive weight gain, fluid retention, heart irregularities. WHERE WAS THE DOCTOR? Where's the Back Up phone call? Doctors sell meds not garden rakes. Will this Florida man get reimbursed with some free weightloss assistance? Or does he have to hire a lawyer to get what he deserves? These questions need answering. It is becoming increasingly apparent that I'm not the only person been poisoned. His liver is damaged. All was needed was a PHONE CALL.

Until such time as all doctors start using these simple, widely recognized methods to help the patient they're going to be called into courtrooms all over this land.  Much like they are now.  Doctors have for a very long time depended on blood transfusions to hyper oxygenate and heal. 

It was the easy answer; still is.  We can't complain when we're dead.

Maybe doctors -surgeons- looking for easy answers shouldn't be doing surgery. Just quit bellyaching and do your job unless you are broken. Recently someone said to me that doctors do in fact take videos of operations. Perhaps that may be so, SOMEWHERE, but that isn't the question! Is it standard practice EVERYWHERE is the question that needs asking. So I am asking it. Where?!

A Master Record,  as should have been a long time ago.      
What about Dentists?

 

 

BAD MEDICINE?  WHAT ABOUT THE DENTISTS?      

I don't have many gripes with the dental profession. They have mostly done a very good job for me. However, the last 3 teeth I've had to have extracted all shared a similar problem. There was a small pocket of infection down next to the root tip, yeah, where the nerve line comes out.

It seems my years of gout and high acid in my body has perhaps led to one tooth after another getting a nerve infection under the tooth. How many other people are getting these? I have no way of knowing... but I've seen plenty of toothless Americans my age, haven't you?!

I would make a suggestion: Wouldn't it be a REALLY GOOD IDEA when a person reaches "middle age" that the dentist take and inject a little antibiotic thru the gums, around the base of the teeth?

I started to make this suggestion to my dentists. They are, after all, some very nice people. Since I've encountered so many people in the last year who don't give a hangdang for my ideas, I decided instead to do 2 things:

1)  First off, I popped open a few Amoxicillin 500mg capsules and sprinkled it liberally all around my gums. As the saliva started, I swashed it around for 15 minutes. There's a possibility I might discolor my teeth but Hey, maybe that's better than NO TEETH eh? 

2)  Second, I'm writing this info as an addendum of sorts to my above instructions to doctors.

I have periodontal disease. I have read that people that have this problem have more heart attacks. Perhaps the periodontal is contributing to the root infections? I can only say one thing for certain, that my breathing this past week became quite labored and if I had not had that tooth pulled I believe the constant nerve distress signal was interfering with my "breathing signal"...  and may well have led to less oxygen reaching my heart.

I feel my life has been spared yet another time no matter how hard the professions seem intent on doing little to prevent my demise. To mark this momentous occasion, I wrote a new webpage today, titled: Declaration of Inequality Life Liberty Happiness ! It is a good read albeit short.

 

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What do Zoloft, Wellbutrin & other Psychoactive Meds Really Do to us?    
Psychoactive Drugs Cause Internal Carbon Monoxide Poisoning    

I TOOK ALL OF THEM. They are different. It's hard to put your finger on. One thing I noticed was that my body rejected them after an initial period of helping me, some took a week and others took 3-4 weeks til my immune system attacked them... That was when my overall energy began getting zapped. So I had this pain specialist -Dr. Edward Workman- and working with my shrink, they allowed me to say the word when the damn drug stopped working and we would fast switch off to another drug... so essentially we were kick starting my brain ahead of the immune system, kicking it while the engine was turning over er being turned over by the drugs. And that's one reason why I'm COMPLETELY SANE TODAY. hehehehe Jim, that's why I wrote so much on my website about these drugs!!! WHAT MOST DOCTORS DO when the patient starts getting weaker, they up the dosage and then the immune system begins draining the entire body of life force. Then the domino effect kicks in, especially with young people, because they are VERY ACUTELY AWARE THAT THE DRUG IS KILLING THEM. So before they just stand still and let that happen, they kill theirself... (DECIDE TO GO OUT WITH A BANG, ONE LAST BLAST OF DEFIANCE IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN DEATH). One single drug and one doctor, working together putting these poor kids into a downward spiral, a tailspin of death. The one thing surprises me the most is that so many kids DON'T COMMIT SUICIDE.

The Lithium I took for 13+ years was a different animal than psychoactives like Zoloft and Paxil. It did tho come close to finishing me off. I felt also that my insides were being drained of energy, mostly the left side. It has been a tough row to hoe. My faith carried me through because I know the truth, but many young people don't know a lot of stuff and haven't formed their own belief system yet, so they are very vulnerable. On top of that, all manmade drugs draw on the body's oxygen... which means the oxygen depletion BEGINS CONTRIBUTING INTO THE ORIGINAL MENTAL PROBLEM. Then the situation begins to morph into a layered kind of beast. The 3rd sad layer occurs then, where the immune system kicks in... and guess what? The immune system draws all available oxygen from the entire body to protect the brain from dying. It's actually the selfsame system that keeps the brain alive after a serious car accident... shutting off unnecessary systems to keep the brain going. Except in this case it's protecting the brain from a drug-induced near-death situation. So yes, the drugs do in fact work. But it sets in motion the rest too. So when the doctor says to increase the dosage, the patient would be well advised to begin cutting the pills in half.

We need to have a decent healthcare system not a
massive "drug injection at all costs" system.

Like so many other things NO ONE LIVING TODAY VOTED FOR LIKE NATIONAL SCHOOL SYSTEMS FOR INSTANCE, WE HAVE INHERITED STUFF THAT WORKED ONCE, FOR A WHILE, BUT NOW NEEDS TO BE CHANGED. But we do like to hold onto our Shuttles don't we? We just keep adding new tiles (drugs) instead of having the God's good sense to drop back and punt.

I'm not against the taking of pills Jim, PILLS THAT WORK, but Susan is talking about a dear friend who had an infection around the LINING OF HIS HEART?! The human body should NOT allow an infection that deep inside... and it indicates 2 things. Low bloodsteam oxygen and high acidic content. Ken of course when he returns I'm sure could spell it out much more detailed but, simply put, a body having low oxygen is going to fall to all manner of passing germs. A low oxygen condition is what germs look for. TO BREED. Germs can't stand sunlight, so the internal human body is the perfect dark spot to "set up house".

That's why they're called CONTROLLED SUBSTANCES. In other words, carefully metered out rat poison if you ask me. I studied over these matters a long time. The way I see it, a lack for brain oxygen has very similar effects to breathing carbon monoxide. One, a lack of good, the other, a plus of bad. But the numbing effect to the human brain, sluggishness, sometimes people even have slurred speech as a side effect of these drugs. But, is it a side effect of the drugs or rather an effect of oxygen deprivation, starvation? The loss of manual dexterity kicks in to as small objects become hard to grasp. Like I said, it's all the same effects as carbon monoxide poisoning.

If Effexor works for your neighbor and nobody else, so what? But I'll tell you one thing, that the long term effects of muscle weakness can creep up on you so dang SLOW you really don't realize how weak you've become. When I quit the Lithium it took about 3 days to a week and one day I was just standing in the kitchen and my entire arm "drew back up" into the shoulder socket! My shoulder had slipped out of its socket so slowly I didn't even realize it. These mind drugs do what they say. They affect the mind. Maybe at first they don't affect MOTOR CONTROL AND FUNCTION, or LESSEN THE MIND'S CONSTANT TENSION ON THE MUSCLES, but I'm convinced the psychoactive drugs like Prozac (all) begin "bleeding over" into areas of the brain you just shouldn't mess with. They're so slow, and since the darn drugs make you feel so happy or less sad, whatever, the patient is going to feel "less conscious" of what's happening to their body. I took Effexor but I got off it so fast I couldn't tell you much more about it. My personal belief is that the mind and body are supposed to work together, and when you add in these drugs you're taking part of the equation out, which can only result in a diminution of the WHOLE. That is to say in the long term. I'm sure your husband may not at all realize the danger he is in, the danger of advancing himself more quickly into old age. All that happy has to come with a pricetag somewhere. It's the law. And you know Susan, I'm not just talking about biceps here. I'm talking about the heart muscle getting weaker. If I were you? I sure as hell wouldn't let him shovel any snow this winter. He could rip a back muscle or rip the ticker, whichever decides to go.

Dr., I have been disabled since a 1,000 lb. bale landed across my back, then my legs, and crushed my foot up to the shin in'89. I've a a few real good doctors but they left. Since then the replacement players haven't been doing much. We here on this board have not collapsed into a pool of depravity. Through our cross postings we have noticed a trend in America where people are not receiving the medical care we think we should, especially given the multi billions of dollars going in. We're not here to argue aspirins and peanuts. For you to suggest that we are the petty bitching about next to nothing is the kind of attitude WE GET EVERY TIME WE GO TO OUR DOCTOR. We see children being given drugs like they're the greatest thing since sliced bread, and then dying. And their parents too. We haven't just reached these conclusions overnight. I have 15 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. Many of my worst problems lingering from the accident (7,000 ft.-lbs. Crush-Force plus my chest was flung, catapulted, into the ground causing me internal massive lesioning between organs, heart, lungs), well sir, I didn't get better til I researched my own health issues and found health products and freed myself of Lithium poison. So sir, it isn't that we don't respect your voluminous experiences... but we give ourselves a little credit too. The FDA, AMA, and CDC combined don't understand psychoactive meds nearly as much as I do, and if you start reading about 20 posts or so above you'll find out. Or you can read some of my webpages. Through my experiences in hand to hand combat with stupid doctors and their brain meds, I have found the truth. It may not be your truth, it probably isn't anything you've read anywhere else, BECAUSE I JUST WROTE IT. I have lived over 2 years now, writing, inventing numerous inventions such as an engine that does not use gasoline, does not combust, and may reduce your workload to where you can give REAL HELP TO THE REAL SICK... and I did all these things AFTER I QUIT THE LITHIUM THAT WAS POISONING ME TO DAMN DEATH.

So, if you want to learn, suck it up and read my comments above as not being the rantings of a petty underling. I would also strongly suggest if you want to see the members of your "profession" escape the coming wage guillotine you better consider spreading my information around. You and yours are killing us and ours, and we're not going to take it anymore. Take it to the bank. Woodrow Riley, Copyrighted Author and Patented Inventor, & Lithium Overdose Survivor

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A Footnote to the C-RP Connection   
(Creative or C-Reactive Blood Protein)       

All those people who died from Vioxx or Celebrex might not have died had their doctor tested them for elevated C-RP levels in their blood. I hear it's a very cheap & simple test. I asked my doctor (Dr. Steinweg) to authorize his lab to test mine since I have periodontal (also a heart-risk factor), and he refused. I still haven't found a doctor in the Roanoke Valley (VA) who will authorize this damn cheap test.

Sometimes every so often I try to lose a few pounds but I have to stop; chest starts hurting because the weightloss causes the C-RP to concentrate in my blood. A warning symptom (in case YOUR doctor won't authorize the test) is when the Immune System begins attacking the jawbone and DISSOLVING IT. It's this kind of SLOPPY, DON'T-GIVE-A-DAMN MEDICINE THAT IS MAKING THE UNITED STATES HEALTH CARE SYSTEM LOOK LIKE IT'S SQUATTING BEHIND A TREE. Excuse my French.

C-RP is a life-threatening condition. Prevents weight loss. Prevents losing weight off my ankle, & my bodyweight makes the plate grind around just enough to cause a recurring leg infection,,, Prevents a return to Work and Prevents getting off Social Security. The United States ass-backwards system<link>of medical care doesn't know how to go Forward... and actually KEEPS PEOPLE DRAWING SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY.

Woodrow Marshall Riley,
surviving in the Roanoke Valley by self-diagnosing and self-medicating.
But for a cheap $25.00 test -authorized by a doctor I trust which is dwindling-
I'd be getting the medical assistance I need to return to Work,
for whatever time I have left on planet Earth. 
paying taxes instead of drawing them. 
Assuming I can return to work now.  

HOW MANY OTHER 
DISABLED AMERICANS ARE IN THIS DOCTOR BOAT FROM HELL?  

 

 

Footnotes Section & Random Points

1) A vasectomy in a doctor's back room (office) without a knowledgeable patient advocate present and/or a camera is a really poor idea. When the operation is over, no other doctor will ever back any complaint you have. You're finished. Next {male idiot}!

2) My dentist extracted several upper teeth. After month's of cheekbone aches and assorted other wonderful aches (facial trauma) on a day-to-day basis, I pushed on the upper jawline and heard a slight crack. Been fine ever since. What happened?! Obviously the dentist tugged so hard on my big teeth she cracked my palate somewhere.

So I'm wondering: Why aren't the adjacent teeth or jaw supported correctly to counter that force? No one knows. No one thinks. No one asks questions. We have become a nation of clock punchers. We do our job and go home.

3) So in 2001 my heart was trying to beat backwards. Quite a rush that! Pushes the blood up the wrong way, back into the lungs. Drive to the hospital. Undressed, laying on a table. A hard table that later hurt my back because of the odd angle combined with my weight. So I'm laying there mostly naked, and the Hospital Shifts-Change occurs. There's 7 glass windows down the hall, so the entire friggin night shift gets a view of me, laying there, maybe about to die.

So I'm thinking: What th hell is wrong with a hospital to put all these open windows on an Emergency Room treatment area?? No answer. That was 4 years ago. Still, no answer. But they sure do run nice commercials on TV about how L-G is the hospital that cares ABOUT YOU!

That's very interesting. Last time I looked, "me" was more than a slab of meat to be viewed by strangers in my nakedness. I guess a "real man" would have LIKED IT, so I guess anyone saying anything about ANYTHING isn't a real man. Well, THERE YOU GO THEN DAMN IT. I GUESS I'M NOT A REAL MAN, AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.

I'm nobody's f'ing peep show. I should not have been on display, and if I wanted to be on display I'd pull all my clothes off and go running through these apartments and make darn sure everybody got a good look.

I expect better in a HOSPITAL.
I expect to be treated with some semblance of dignity.
Why?! Because a HOSPITAL is supposed to be peopled with professionals.
Caring professionals.

However, I suppose it was necessary THAT TIME. So I tried to overlook the fact that I had been eyeball-raped by about 50 people streaming by 7 picture windows. So people, here we are. 2005. Surely this situation has changed because, after all, we're Star Trekkians now. We're enlightened and we KNOW EVERYTHING. So I get this lump. Went to a doctor. No nurses and no peep show. He sent me to the hospital. Me and the doctor. No nurses and no peep show. And no window with people viewing my private parts this time I might add.

So I was lulled into believing things had, indeed, changed. So they scheduled me for this sigmoid thing to take a look, and I basically didn't ask any questions. Later after I got home, the red flags started coming back to life, and I realized I didn't have the FOGGIEST idea who would be there, what was to transpire, or would I have any clothes on atall.

So I called and asked. Reply: "Sir, this IS a hospital." Hhmmm. Wow. That was a very humane thing to say... if I was a dog being dropped off at a veterinarians. So I told this really caring idiot er nurse that uhm, I'd like to know a little more. Well, the voice says, there will be 2 nurses present. Hhmmm. Isn't that strange. A vasectomy getting my testicles sawed off gets one doctor and no backup tape, no nothing, but a simple viewscope warrants TWO NURSES. So I sez to her, Look. I've already been the peep show before in your hospital. I'm not interested in that again.

I heard a giggle over the telephone. Or, perhaps a smirk. Gee, isn't it wonderful living in this enlightened country? So I guess now I'm a homosexual sex offender running on the lamb because I inquired as to whether I was to be the resident peep show again.

I'm going to cancel my appointment. If I die of friggin cancer then by God Almighty I'll die of friggin cancer, but I'm nobody's peep show.

Unless I sell tickets, which I don't intend to do.

My Prayer? I pray to God when the day comes for me to be in another accident, a bunch of idiots don't stand there with a videocam rolling while my blood bleeds from my body. And I also pray that somebody tells up & coming professionals just what being professional really means.

It doesn't mean laughing at a patient. It doesn't mean looking in a patient's eyes with suppressed laughter because a diseased thyroid caused their privates to not acquire gargantuan size, whether it's a woman's small bosom or a man's small Johnson.

Being a professional used to mean something.
Maybe, one day, it will again.

My disdain and tempered dislike for the medical "profession" continues.
Oh, you're being sued again eh? Wow. How strange, how very strange.
I wonder why. Must be one of those, you know, mysteries.
Like how the Virginia Tobacco Settlement somehow covers victims of secondhand tobacco smoke who never chose to smoke a single cigarette
IN  THEIR  LIFE.

 

 

March 29, 2005
How about that Sweet 16?

In the Fall of 1957 I started Grade School.
16 years later -March 29, 1973- was American soldier's last day in Vietnam.
16 years later, March 29, 1989, I was knocked out in a hospital bed from my accident.
16 years later I posted a gif that revealed a tentative equation for perpetual motion.

16 bytes - 16 Mhz - 16 Years
Hhmmm, looks like a 16 kinda world eh? hehehe oh yeah, the year
I showed Mom how to slide on the snow with the 58 Biscayne
turning off of Hershberger into Hazelridge Rd.
If she only knew...
Riley cracked the Egg on Manhattan:  

Manhattan Energy Project 2005 Revealed
October 2005 utilizing the perpetual power-motion process:
3 plus 4 equals 5.gif

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February 2005: Riley cracked Perpetual Power - Real time - No more batteries needed for ANYTHING. Not laptops. Not hybrid cars. You don't have it yet. I'm working on it. For right now it sits in a locked box in a vault as of October 14, 2005. If the doctors reading this page match the progress I am making, we're going to party.

Disaster-caused lack of electricity:
Judgement from God?!

People dying is not the Will of God.
People dying for lack of electricity is not the Will of God.
Patients dying in a hospital bed w/out electricity is not the Will of God.

"The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some count slackness; but is longsuffering to you-ward, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance."  < 2 Peter 3:9 >

The disasters are intended to steal our time from God.
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